Gretel said nothing, only listened. The air in the room was still, but heavy. The atmosphere wasn't right, and any second she felt like she could turn her head suddenly and catch something unpleasant two inches from her face.
"If it's her, she's a hell of a lot more powerful than we thought... Even Muriel couldn't conjure an illusion like this." And any teleportation spell from a dark witch's wand would've shot right through either one of them. She shook her head, rolling her lips and looking over the map, searching for anything she may've missed.
"Maybe a coven... and only if it had every witch on the continent working together. Pleasant a thought that is."